The Nightingale Quotes

No cloud, no relique of the sunken dayDistinguishes the West, no long thin slipOf sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. (1-3)

And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,'Most musical, most melancholy' bird! (12-13)

In Nature there is nothing melancholy.But some night-wandering man whose heart was piercedWith the remembrance of a grievous wrong,Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (15-18)

And one low piping sound more sweet than all—Stirring the air with such an harmonyThat should you close your eyes, you might almostForget it was not day! (61-64)